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His ready smile a parent's warmth exprest, Their welfare pleas’d him, and their cares
distrest; To them his heart, his love, his griefs were
given, But all his serious thoughts had reft in
heaven. As some tall cliff that lifts its awful form, Swells from the vale, and midway leaves the
storm. Though round its breast the rolling clouds
are spread, Eternal sunshine settles on its head.
The Hare and
Friends. FRIENDSHIP, like love, is but a name, Unless to one you stint the flame. The child, who many fathers share, Hath feldom known a father's care. 'Tis thus in friendship ; who depend On many, rarely find a friend.
A Hare, who in a civil way
As forth she went at early dawn, To taste the dew-besprinkled lawn, Belind she hears the hunter's cries, And from the deep-inouth'd thunder flies ; She starts, she stops, she pants for breath ; She hears the near advance of death; She doubles to mislead the hound, And measures back her mazy round; 'Till, fainting in the public way, Half-dead with fear, she gasping lay.
What transport in her bosoin grew, When first the Horse appear'd in view !
Let me, says she, your back ascend,
The Horse reply'd ; poor honest Puls, It grieves my heart to see thee thus, Be comforted, relief is near ; For all your friends are in the rear.
She next the stately Bull implor'd ;
The Goat remark'd her pulse was high,
j The Sheep's at hand, and wool is warm.
The Sheep was feeble, and complain'd His Gdes a load of wool sustain'd :
Said he was flow, confessd his fcars ;
She now the trotting Calf address'd, To save from death a friend distress'd.
Shall I, says he, of tender age, In this important care engage ? Older and abler pass'd you by ; - How strong are those ! how wcak am I ! Should I presume to bear you hence, Those friends of mine may take offence. Excuse me, then. You know my heart, But dearest friends, alas ! must part. How shall we all lament ! Adieu, For see the Hounds are just in view,
Adam and Eve's Morning Hymn. THESE are thy glorious works, Parent
of good, Almighty, thine this universal frame,
Thus wond'rous fair ; thyself how wond
rous then ! Unspeakable, avho fitt'st above these Hea
To us in visible, or dimly seen
divine Speak ye who best can tell, ye fons of light, Angels ; for
behold him, and with songs And choral iymphonies, day without night, Circle his throne rejoicing ; ye in Heaven, On Earth, join all ye creatures to extol Him first, him laft, him midst, and without
end. Fairest of stars, last in the train of night, If better thou belong not to the dawn, Sure pledge of day, that crown'st the smil
ing morn With thy bright circlet, praise him in thy
sphere, While day arises, that sweet nour of prime. Thou Sul, of this great world both eye and foul,